|Sally: Where am I going? I am going to knock over this glass!|
These days, Sally is going just about anywhere she wants to, usually with an adult close behind to redirect her away from danger. She doesn't like to be redirected and gets a very determined look on her face as she resolutely heads back to the same spot. She gets the same look when she's on the changing table, where she has decided that she does not have to lie still on her back for anything, ever. When she's thinking about doing something she knows she shouldn't be doing, she gets a little smile ... no teeth, just a little smirk. She moves quickly and very precisely. She has
|The Sally Smirk|
She also climbs stairs.
Being an early adopter for all things mobility has its ups and downs. We are, of course, very proud, and it's amazing to see Sally standing up next to Walter, the two of them playing side-by-side. But she's not old enough to be careful, and she does a lot of learning-by-dramatic-fall. I've noticed, though, that once
|Standing next to Walter on Easter morning.|
At some point in the transition between seven and eight months Sally started to really play** with toys. Before that she just played with things by putting them in her mouth and that was it. Now she tries to put Walter's puzzles together, plays the musical instruments (music class has been a great help with this; she's very confident with all things percussion) and spends time holding and exploring and experimenting with objects. And then she puts them in her mouth.
She loves Cheerios. Just this week, her immense love of Cheerios combined with our stinginess thereof compelled her to start using her first sign language. "More!" she signs. "More, more, more!" Sean and I have not been as good with using sign with her as we were with Walter, but she seems really primed and ready right now to pick it up. Walter helps tremendously, signing "Do you want more? Or all done" to her at dinner. I've seen her try out the signs for "water" and "milk" (nursing) but she's definitely got "more" down pat.
Her verbal communication is taking off, too. Walter was starting to despair, convinced she would only say "Da da da" forever. Maybe I'm projecting. But then last week she added "Ba ba ba" and "Na na na" and, crucially, "Ma ma ma." The "m" gives her trouble--you can see she really has to work at it to make that sound. So Sean thinks she says it to mean, "Mama," not just as babbling. A few nights ago I handed her over to Sean, desperate for a break after much nursing and many attempts to coax her to sleep. As Sean took her, she cried, and with great effort said, "Mama ma! Mama ma!" and signed "more." Could be a coincidence, but definitely feels like communication.
Late night/early morning is one of Sally's favorite times for communicating. On good nights she'll wake up 3 or so times in the night, nurse and go right back to sleep. On other nights she'll do that AND have a period of cheerful wakefulness and wanting to play around 2 am. She's still sleeping right next to me in her pack n' play, though not so much in bed with me anymore, which is good progress. Her room is almost ready and when we make the big move, we will probably also initiate the method of Mr. Ferber. I have mixed feelings about this. I'm sure Sally will, too. But it will give us a chance to get her into a routine--brushing teeth, reading books, songs and prayers. And, as Dr. L. always points out, being able to get to sleep independently is something we need to teach her and help her do. This is when we start to move from basic care and feeding and into real parenting, and that transition is exciting and nervous-making, even (especially?) having done it once before.
Sally has really blossomed this month--even the last few days have been particularly momentous. I'm feeling sad today because she seems to have caught my cold, and I think that means the next few days will slow her down and be hard and sad for her. She navigates illness pretty well, though. She had a stomach bug that manifested at 4 am on Easter morning (exciting times for the Pastor Mommy and her family) and the vomiting took us to Urgent Care where we discovered she also had a raging ear infection. Her first antibiotics were by shot (Sean and Annie say, "There's a SHOT? One shot and that's IT? Why are we just learning about this now?!") and she cleared the infection with no troubles. So far, so good.
*We have a tendency to speak on behalf of Sally. This morning, Walter called Sean out on it. Sean said something like, "Baby Sally said, 'I want to play!'" and Walter said, "When? When was she talkin'?" =)
**This weekend Umma taught Sally how to play "beep my nose." So wonderful!! Her first real interactive game, I think. Next up: peek-a-boo.